From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
 went from grams to kilos
 Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and C-notes
 game got my eyes wider than a 430 Buggy
 no tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money
 stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
 the thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
 as I cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda Arm and Hammer
 palmin' hammers
 think you crazy? nigga, my clique's bananas
 takin' over with the Mafia
 hittin' niggas for they bricks like Gracias
 the cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
 confront frontin' niggas like "You want it? well nigga, me too"
 what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
 makin' guns after they made yours
 I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
 grin and stand over your coffin like "Hey you!"
 tell the Devil I'm comin', keep it hot
 for now I got my eyes on a billboard spot
 don't stop.

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 Die for it
 take the stand, lie for it
 blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
 never tellin' or snitchin'
 rather swim with the fish'n
 mothafucka respect it, the commission

 [Verse 2]
 (First 4 lines with Jamaican accent)
 I buy and sell bricks with my nigga P.D.
 down with the team called B.B.E.
 now if you want to join the team you know you must see me
 buy ya can't talk to FEDS or dick R.I.D.
 It's a cold World baby boy, fuck it, I'm colder
 Animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
 Frank Lucas persona, warmin' coke up in the sauna
 let me warn ya, trip against my team you's a goner
 infact it's drastic
 a couple Million in the mattress
 with a safe dick I say fuck taxes
 rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
 crime pays
 nigga, Nine-Hundred and Ninety-Nine ways
 my destiny's vague, will I survive or blow trial?
 lay shot up, Puff cryin' in denial
 while my enemies smile, buried in style
 Gucci suits and cufflings
 sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs.

 [Chorus]

 [Verse 3]
 POP POP POP! warning shot, who's to blame
 Shyne mothafucka, don't forget the name
 stretch the Caine, to cop the house and the plane
 'till my Massacre, slain
 brains hang from the window of my Range
 fuck the FEDS, 2 green and one red
 Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life
 Aces suffice
 paper's a must
 Fallen Angels and Angel dust
 my team do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust
 Million dollar portraits in my fortress
 of course it's Po
 bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
 Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
 I'm takin' over
 'cause they coke got too much bakin' soda
 they say money ain't everything
 you fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing
 in God we trust, the Holy thing
 I look into my enemy's eye
 let 'em know you play fly you go out Kennedy style.

 Chorus 2x